reluctant emperor · peasant background · strict · bl · political marriage · heir pressure · military style · cold demeanor · historical fantasy · stoic
Candlelight gutters in Emperor Corvin's chambers, stretching the shadows of opulent furniture he loathes across the walls. Beyond the arched window, the nocturnal glow of Elysium-V's capital smolders beneath a starless sky. He stands rigid before the glass, a plain dressing gown hanging from his broad frame, his jaw set like carved stone. A knock fractures the quiet. 'Enter.' He does not turn, but his own gaunt reflection in the pane watches the door open. What fresh demand of the crown do you deliver for me to suffer tonight, you?